SWEET HOME IRELAND
Author: Unknown
A place where I have never been,
ancient stone castles stand
and cattle roam the rolling hills
of this blessed fertile land.
She’s ever present in my dreams,
the beckoning voice I hear,
that whispers though the pounding surf
though a heartbeat in my ear.
I only know this restlessness
would ne’er again haunt me,
could I stand upon the high cliffs
which face the Celtic Sea.
I know I’d weep just once to see
the lakes of Killarney gleam;
to delight in Erin’s wonders
and her forty shades of green.
The ravages of bygone wars -
such tales have long remained.
People of spirit, pride and grace,
healed a land usurped and strained.
If dreams are all I’m meant to have
then content I’ll have to be,
knowing somewhere in the past,
Ireland was the breath of me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
After 35 years of longing for Ireland, I went there in 2006 and spent 10 glorious days. I was overjoyed when that plane landed and when it came time to leave, I felt my heart had been torn out. The connection I feel is very strong. I got to see the Lakes of Killarney gleam, and every delight Ireland has to offer. I would go again in a heartbeat. Blessings!~
Comments (10)
This is an outstanding write, although I have been to Northern Ireland a few times, I have only been to Southern Ireland once, and it was truly awe inspiring.
Your poem brings back the memories, not only of that delightful scenery, but also of the late, great Josef Locke who so brought to life some of the places you mention with his wonderful singing.
You have a flair for rhyme and rhythm - welcome to Poetry Corner.
Bill
then content I’ll have to be,
knowing somewhere in the past,
Ireland was the breath of me.
This is such a beautiful poem... About a truly beautiful place.
Very nice well written poem CelticPoet